Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DNA. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.